Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.